Never Say Love Page 6

  Her eyes searched his. “Yes,” she was so sure, more sure than she’d been of anything else in her life. She felt like she’d saved herself for Benito. A feeling she couldn’t explain, just that he was the one. Scrunching her shoulders up, she drew breath again, “Oh yes,” she whispered smiling slightly, “I am so very, very sure.”

  Benito took a few steps back, his shirt open exposing his olive skin and that fine chest. Her gaze was drawn directly down to his happy line, starting just below his belly button and travelling south. Beneath the waistband of his black trousers his erect length was visible through the soft fabric. Lucy gasped at the size of what she could only imagine lay beneath the fabric. She looked to his face, eyes wide, her lips slightly parted, “I’m not very experienced,” she blurted out quietly, starting to feel just a little apprehensive. What have I agreed to?

  “Oh, tesoro. I’ll take care of you,” he growled back having no comprehension of what she actually meant. His fingers slipping the shoulders of her dress down, pushing gently until it dropped to her feet.

  Standing back, he admired the girl he had chosen last night, the girl he wanted to entertain but now he felt that this was much more than just a one night stand. He was so drawn to Lucy; he wanted so much more than one night with this delightful, beautiful girl.

  Standing back slightly, he looked at her black lacy bra hanging loosely from her shoulders and matching thong. What an excellent choice he’d made, choosing this one!

  He walked around her gazing at her long, long legs still in her heels making her slender legs appear even longer.

  Running his finger over her shoulders as he continued around her, he was sending a shiver down her spine. She sighed as he stood behind her. Holding the tops of her arms, his fingers brushed her collar bone. He kissed the nape of her neck again causing her to throw her head back as his lips brushed over the top of her spine, one hand moving down her back and around her waist, gentle finger-tip touches travelled north towards her breasts where he stopped. Slipping his fingers inside the lose cup of her bra, he found her small, hand-sized breasts and the hard little pearl, desperate to be teased, to be rolled and squeezed. She groaned with pleasure as he gently worked her breast, stroking her soft skin, teasing her nipple.

  Stopping, he turned her around. Looking up at him, this girl was different—she was so pliable, so amiable and willing. Kissing her deeply he pulled her bra away letting it fall to the floor, then he slipped his thumbs in the sides of her thong, pulling it down. Moving with it he slowly crouched down, his kisses making a trail between her breasts over her stomach as he dragged the lacy fabric down, his hands caressing her backside, her legs. His kisses and little flicks eventually reached her mound and the strip of the softest, fairest Brazilian.

  On hearing her sigh deeply, he looked up the length of her body, looked towards the small breasts, her blush coloured areole on her lightly tanned skin. Lucy was special, she was not like the others, like the other girls he took to a hotel room or to his apartment at home, the one’s he’d fuck and then send on their way. There was something about Lucy, maybe he was just maturing, but he was drawn to her. He was more wrapped up with her than he’d ever been with a girl before. Shaking his head slightly, he tried to dispel the thoughts. He didn’t want a regular girlfriend, did he?

  Forcing himself to concentrate now and what was happening this minute with this beautiful creature, he drew his fingers over her hips, across her stomach and down towards her mound. Travelling further, his gentle touches flicked over her labia causing her to shiver and gasp, moaning aloud, my God she was special, so responsive. Kneeling, he kissed her again, parting her lips he drew his tongue gently over her clit as she stood panting, her breath quivering as she became lost in the exquisite sensations running through her. His lips and his tongue continued to bring pleasure to the luscious Lucy; her taste was so sweet as she writhed above him, his big hands holding her hips, squeezing her backside.

  Never before had she felt such pleasure chasing through her, feelings that were alien.

  Standing up from the floor, Benito let his shirt slip to the ground and stood there in front of her. She gazed longingly at his broad chest, the well developed arms and that smooth tanned skin, her attention drawn to the short line of text above his left nipple, Con le stelle.

  Keeping his focus on her, their eyes locked as he undid his trousers pushing them down along with his shorts, letting them fall to the floor.

  Lucy gasped under her breath, her eyes widening as she stood stock still in front of him. She focussed on his huge thick cock pointing directly at her. Unable to move her gaze, her lips drew to a tight line as she swallowed hard before lifting her head towards him, her eyes fixed on his. How’s it going to fit?

  As he moved towards her, she forced her mouth into the slightest of smiles, “Tesoro,” he frowned. “Are you okay?”

  “Umm hmm,” Lucy nodded as he wrapped her in his arms holding her close, her breasts against his broad chest.

  Benito was feeling something, something he hadn’t felt before, this was different. She was frightened and scared, her body stiff, her breathing heavy. Casting his thoughts aside, he recalled their earlier conversation. She said she was okay with this. Surely she would tell him if she didn’t feel comfortable. Maybe it was just that she didn’t do this very often? She had told him that she wasn’t very experienced.

  The two of them stood naked in the centre of the room as he held her, surrounding her with his big arms.

  Breathing deeply against his chest, she closed her eyes taking in that masculine yet fresh scent. The very smell of him was making her insides quiver causing her breathing to become jagged, her core wanton and her arousal growing. She stood so desperate in his embrace, until he broke away and lifted her in his arms. Reaching around his neck, she draped her arms around him her head resting on his shoulder as he bent forward placing a light kiss on her lips, the rosebud mouth of hers drawing him to her. My God what’s happening to me? He thought.

  Carrying her as if she weighed nothing, he walked her into his bedroom and placed her gently down on his bed. He lay beside her, taking her in his arms once more, kissing her again and allowing his hands to explore her body, her small breasts, the hard blush nipples and her firm flat stomach. Reaching around her back he found that firm arse of hers. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked again, for something at the back of his mind told him that this young woman was not used to one night stands, not used to a quick shag here and there, as he enjoyed, but this wasn’t going to be a one night stand. He felt it would be more, much, much more. God, he hoped it was. For the first time ever, he really hoped she’d stick around, hoped he could keep her for just a few days.

  “Fine,” she smiled. “Really, I’m absolutely fine.” Gasping, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still as his hand travelled towards her mound, fingers brushing lightly against her lips as she trembled. “Please, just… just make love to me, please,” she begged.

  This stunning man, Benito, is such a gentle creature, so attentive and caring. She’d had some creeps come onto her in the past but never anyone like Benito. For one, he was much older than the guys who normally approached her, certainly more handsome and by the looks of it, not bad off either!

  Closing her eyes she felt his fingers circle her clit, “Oh wow!” she gasped as her legs spread apart in an involuntary movement. Sensations she’d never before experienced raced through her body as her breathing quickened. Gripping onto his shoulders hard, she closed her eyes allowing the moment to claim her, allowing him to take what she was willing and ready to give.

  Kissing her, he let his fingers push into her, “Lucy you’re so tight,” his deep voice rumbled against her ear.

  “Mmm,” she mumbled, nodding.

  Frowning, Benito pulled back, looking down at her from his position above, “What do you mean, ‘mmm?’ ” He raised himself up on his elbow, looking down at her, “Have you done this? You have had
sex before?” his tone, not harsh but firm.

  Looking up at him, her big blue eyes filled with tears, as she shook her head, her bottom lip quivering—a single tear making it’s away down her flushed cheeks.

  “I’m sorry Lucy, I can’t do this.” He sat up straight away shaking his head and moved off the bed. He reached for his shorts and pulled them on before sitting back down on the edge of the bed. Turning, he looked at her, shaking his head, “I’m sorry Lucy, I can’t. I won’t take that from you.”

  Standing, he started to leave, turning back as he approached the door he saw her wrapped in the white sheet, her head buried in the pillow, sobbing.

  Lifting her head from the pillow she looked towards him, “Please,” she begged, “please, it has to be someone—I like you, please.”

  He just looked at her, “No, I can’t. Your first time has to be so special. Not after one date! I would never do that to you, ever.”

  Thoughts of Adrianna and the boy he’d killed for taking her virginity flooded into his mind. He had no issue in having a one night stand but, this—taking someone for the first time; it was against all of his principals. “No,” he said again firmly.

  Glancing at his watch he saw it was 11pm. “It’s late, you sleep there. I’ll use the guest room.”

  Picking up the rest of his clothes, he left the bedroom, turning all but one table lamp off. He listened to the gentle sobs of his beautiful girl as she lay in his bed.

  Lying in the guest bed he looked at the ceiling, focussing on nothing. Closing his eyes, in his head he spoke to his mother, Sophia, asking for guidance.

  There is no way he would ever take that from a girl, not after one date.

  Chapter 7

  The sound of his phone ringing woke Benito from his troubled sleep. Sitting up, he focussed on his surroundings. Shit, the guest room. Lucy was next door. Glancing at his phone he saw international call, it would be Franco. Choosing not to take the call he rejected it, tossing his phone on the bed. He couldn’t do with his father at this time of the morning, especially knowing what he had to deal with first—Lucy!

  Wandering out of the room and into the kitchen, he started to make coffee; before using the bathroom he glanced in on his room seeing Lucy curled up on her side. He liked her, he liked her a lot, yet something felt different with her, apart from the fact that she was untouched. He admired her for that, saving herself. But why had she decided that he was to be the one? She must have had countless offers in the past so why him? Shaking his head, he ventured back towards the kitchen.

  Benito poured himself a mug of coffee, showered and dressed before checking on Lucy again. She was still asleep. Looking at his watch, it was only nine; he decided to call his father back. Moving to the balcony, taking his coffee with him, he called Franco who answered quickly.

  “Morning dad. What’s up? You wouldn’t normally call so early.” He grumbled whilst slurping at his mug.

  “Are you okay?” Franco asked, “Is everything okay there?”

  “Fine, in fact, great, well sort of. Why? You’ve seen the figures haven’t you, the ones I sent through mid week? Turnovers up, contracts are doubled.” Benito defended himself; he felt he’d done a great job of growing the UK operation.

  “That’s just it son, you’ve put some noses seriously out of place. We’ve received threats here, demands about some of the contracts you’ve picked up.”

  “Demands?” Benito questioned.

  “Yes, demanding that you pull out so that the original provider gets the business back.”

  Frowning, Benito shook his head, “So, if we offer a better service at the same price, or keener, then surely it’s up to our client who they use.”

  Benito was aware of his father breathing deeply. “You’re right son, but I just wanted to let you know, be careful. I don’t want any trouble. We can’t afford, you can’t afford, for anyone to go digging around in your history,” he paused, “you know what I’m talking about son—Adrianna!”

  Hell, that’s all Benito needed, someone potentially digging around in his past, raking up the fact that he’d killed that young creep, the bastard who had taken something that was so precious.

  “I’ll watch out dad. If you hear anything else, let me know, yeah?” Benito asked as he sipped his coffee.

  “I will do, just watch your back. I know you can look after yourself, but just… well, I’ve passed the message on. Call me if you want me or if you need anything.”

  Clearing the call, Benito finished his coffee before going back inside. Checking the bedroom, she was still sleeping. There was no way he was going to wake her, not yet anyway. What the hell would he say to her? Shit!

  Pouring another coffee, he sat on the sofa thinking about Lucy, his dad, Adrianna and his mother. Oh mama, what do I do with Lucy? He looked up as he spoke in his head to his mother.

  Maggie’s words came back to him, “Franco would approve, Sophia would approve.” He knew she was right, his father would adore Lucy and so would his mother.

  Away with his thoughts, business, his father, his mother, Lucy—he was unaware of her appearing from the bedroom.

  “Morning Benito,” she spoke quietly. “Where’s the bathroom?”

  Startled to hear her voice, he turned slowly, pointing towards the bathroom door. He watched her, wrapped in the sheet as she disappeared. Drinking his coffee, he perched on the sofa waiting for her to return, he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to give her a dressing down over what she’d done.

  Looking down at the floor, his fingers in his hair, he waited and waited. It was evident that she was delaying coming out. He couldn’t hear the shower run; she must have been just standing there.

  Unable to wait in the bathroom any longer, delaying the inevitable meeting, she opened the door, allowing him to pounce. “What the hell do you think you were doing last night? Have you no self respect?” His deep voice was firm.

  Shocked to hear him, she stood still, just looking at him, her large blue eyes startled at his announcement, filling with tears again.

  Ignoring him she walked quickly to his bedroom, scrambling her clothes together and dressed quickly, raking her fingers through her hair and making herself look as presentable as possible.

  Sitting back down on the sofa he waited for her to appear again.

  Emerging from his bedroom she spoke softly, “Benito.”

  Looking directly at her, drawn to the blue eyes, red from crying, her hair wrecked from sleep, the blush dress clung to her perfect figure.

  “Morning Lucy,” he looked away, speaking calmly now, “we need to talk,” he muttered, “about last night.”

  Walking over to the window she gazed out at the London skyline, “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

  Benito sighed, his head buried in his hands. “I would never ever do that to any girl, you know the first time has to be special, perfect. Not after one date. You were wrong to expect me to,” he paused, “to do that to you. For heaven’s sake Lucy, do you really not respect yourself?” His tone became harsh again as he stood behind her, frowning. “Lucy, I can’t believe what you expected me to do.”

  He watched as she laid her palms on the glass, her head forward and her shoulders heaving gently as she sobbed quietly. He felt lost. Sure he’d dealt with tears before, with the emotional stuff that plagued girls. With his sister, that had been some emotional shit, but this was totally alien. Standing, he walked over to her. “Lucy, please don’t cry,” he stood behind her, not wanting to touch her, determined to keep his distance.

  Turning around she faced him, he was truly handsome. What a catch and she’d frightened him away, all because she’d saved herself for someone that she felt really drawn to. Now that person was here, the man she fancied the pants off, the one who saved her from those creeps last night, and he was ready to run away because she was still bloody innocent. Was this going to happen every time she met someone she really liked?

  “Dry your face tesoro. Do you want
something to eat?” He mumbled as he backed away, heading for the kitchen.

  “I’m not hungry. Can you take me home, please?”

  “Sure.” He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Leaving the apartment and taking the lift downstairs, they were soon in the Range Rover and heading towards Lucy’s flat.

  “I’m sorry,” she muttered again, “I do like you. I hope this hasn’t affected any relationship we can have, really.”

  He didn’t answer, choosing to feign concentration on the road ahead.

  “Benito, please talk to me, please.” Feeling tears prick her eyes again she turned away, breathing deeply, trying her hardest to fight back the tears, “talk to me, please!”

  Refusing to engage in any discussion, he continued his journey to her flat. Only when he pulled up outside did he speak.

  “You shouldn’t have done it!” He snapped at her, “You should have told me, not led me on like that.” Looking at her firmly, he gave her a dressing down. “It was wrong Lucy, totally wrong!”

  Fighting the tears back she looked at him through her tear filled eyes.

  “But,” she sobbed.

  Finishing off her sentence for her, “But I would like to see you again.” He smiled softly, “but honesty, going forward, I must have total honesty.”

  Nodding, she wiped her face with the back of her hand, “I promise.”

  “And do you promise not to go and work for that letch on Monday morning and to come and work with me as my P.A?”

  Searching for a tissue in her handbag, she wiped her face, “What about Isabella?”

  “She works for me. She’ll do as I ask. I’d like you to work with me. And I’d like you to move out of this dump!” He looked towards the converted house, a look of distaste over his face.

  Looking horrified as he described her flat as a “dump”. “Oh, well I can’t afford to move out.” She hissed, standing up for herself.